Come all to the show down the street.
It's me on the front lawn with an apple in my teeth.
In school, in job interviews every day.
In every single way, we're on display.
Oh it's just the way that they make everything such a lie and true at the same time
And there goes me, long-sleeved flannel and stained pair of jeans.
Walking down the street in summer heat just looking for a new way to murder my days.
Me and my shit for brains.